Saturday, July 31, 2004

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DARKSIDE: The United States of Anarchy; "A little Power..."

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[Disclaimer: This text is intended for adult audiences, if you are not of age to view it, be somewhere else. This series of stories explores the darker aspects of the human experience, if that might offend you, then you were warned, and it isn't my problem. -- KTM]

Anything can happen in the Multiverse. Even a world thatis much like ours, but which somehow... isn't. A world that is amagnet for the blackness in the dreams and souls of humankind. Aworld known as: The Darkside.

The World's economic system depends on a delicateinterlocking system of mutual trust and financial debt. Whenthose bonds shattered, the governments and monetary institutionscrumbled. Even the most idealistic civil servants left their jobswhen their families were gripped with hunger. The Survivors ofthe Chaos would come to call their nation the United States ofAnarchy.

Chapter 9. "A little Power is a Dangerous Thing." -- by KTM.

Rebecca waited in Robert's comfortable study, wrestling with her confusion. Liz hadn't been added to his bevy of brain-dead love slaves in his so-called 'harem'. And when she andLiz had talked this morning, the pretty scientist hasn't acted as if she had been raped, as Rebecca had in her first 'encounter' with the Dark man. Had the Devil changed his tune? It seemed so, but it was too late for her. One of the orphans that lived in the Palace, acting as anImperial Page, and given Rebecca a black rose, and a politelyphrased request for her to join him in his study at noon. She'dgotten there at 15 minutes before the hour, to find the usuallysealed door wide open, and the room empty. There were two chairs arranged by the fireplace, and she sat on the marginally smaller blue one, leaving the massive blackleather monstrosity for Robert. A minute before noon he strode into the room. His punctuality would have been more impressive ifshe hadn't have felt him teleport from somewhere else to just outside the room in the hallway. "Good afternoon, Rebecca," he said to her. She was stillholding the dark rose. He was wearing a white rose in the lapelof his black Italian silk suit. "Hello, Robert," she said. "What is it you wanted to meetme for?" "This isn't easy for me to say," he said, his tone betraying a faint tension. "I'm asking you to do what you do best, and read between the lines." "I will try, Robert," she said neutrally. "I have never said that I know everything," he said, gazing away from her. "And it is... possible, that I have made a mistake concerning you. At times my thinking can be simplistic. I assumed if I dominated you physically, and sexually, that mentally you would be mine as well. I can accept that might not be true. Is it?" "No, Robert," Rebecca said. "I may do what you say to avoid having a... 'session' with you, but I rarely find myself agreeing with you." He turned back to her, "It has occurred to me, that I need to respect the people who's intellectual contributions are important to me and my empire. Liz is one of them, and I found that respect can be difficult, but not impossible for me. You areanother, and I'm afraid there is already to much 'history' betweenus for you to ever fully support me." His control slipped for a moment, and his face took on ahaunted mein, reflecting the tension that he lived with every day."The truth is, Rebecca, that I need you besides me. I need your will to oppose mine. Your input makes me a better leader. Because of this, I'm asking you to put aside our differences when you work with me." "And in return?" Rebecca said, pushing him. "And in return..." he said, slowly, "I'll try to respect your individuality, and to remember that you might not like to besexually used, or even casually groped." "To use someone, and to respect them, are often contradictory," Rebecca pointed out. Annoyance flashed over his face, followed by a faint smile. "I know. And that's what I meant, you can make me mad soeasily, but you always make me think. Give me your hands," he said. "Please," he added. She set the rose down, and held out her slender hands tohim. Robert took them in his big square hands, looking at thecontrast between them. He smiled at her, and touched the blackbracelets of her bondage, and dissolved them. He looked at hercollar, but left it on her. He wasn't sure he trusted her thatmuch, yet. "I don't need to bind you, anymore," he said. "But you are still my adversary. You understand." "I understand that you are threatened by me," she saidfearlessly. "But not why you must humiliate me with a sign ofslavery." His jaw worked as he fought down an impulse to snap at her. "Ok. How about this." He touched it, and it softened, turning into a linked serpentine necklace of glossy black metal. There was an odd loop on it, that she knew was the connector to the chain. He had altered the form, but not the function. "It doesn't help," she said. "I'm still your prisoner." "But you won't be humiliated anymore, right?" he said. "Only if you never put me in a public scene without my consent, as you did with Kitten," she said. "Promise me that, on your empire, and I'll accept what you're trying to say for now. But I will wait for the day that you will apologize to me and truly mean it." "Lotsa luck on that one, babe," he retorted. "But as forthe public scenes, I can see your point. On my Empire, and my love of it, I swear never to involve you in a 'scene' in publicwithout first asking for, and receiving your explicit consent. Isthat what you wanted?" "That will do fine, Robert, for now," she said. "But don't think that I'm done working on you." "Nor I, you, sweety," he said with a grin. "Or haven't you noticed that you can now contemplate sexual acts that beforeyou met me would have put your lily white heart into a flutter. The society you represent is dead and gone, and I mean to drag it's descendants away from the guilt and obsession over sex." "And you go too far," she said. "The only society yourepresent would have fit in with the rightly infamous Court of Caligula. Is that what you want for your empire?" "Perhaps there's a happy medium there," he allowed. "But it will probably be awhile before we find it." "Probably," she agreed. "Is that all?" "Yes," he said. "You can go." She nodded and left thestudy, leaving behind the black rose. He pulled the white rosefrom his lapel, and studied it's clean perfection. He didn't knowwhat he wanted to see in it, but he felt that symbolized somethinghe was missing.

A few day later, on a day when Robert wasn't holding court, Rebecca was called to meet his first power team. He'd saidthey were an interesting group of people, and she had to agree. Rebecca had already seen two of the nine members, the big bruiser named Titan, and the young speedster Jerry both of whom were waiting at the throne room conference table. There were three other men, and four women ready to be introduced. Robert stood, "For the record, I'm Robert Black. This is my advisor, Rebecca White. Seated are Hank Dodds, known as Titan, and Jerry Conners, known as Blur. I'd like you to introduce yourself, and take your seat. Alphabetical is ok?" He sat, andscarcely waited for a response. "Al-Raji," Robert said. A blue haired young man about Jerry's age stepped forward.He was of Middle Eastern decent, and wore neat clothes. "My nameis Luke," he said good, but faintly accented English. "I'm anaturalized citizen, my folks moved here when I was a baby. Hetouched his azure hair, "I just got this not long ago, when I gained the ability to throw around blue energy bolts, and to fly. I think I would like to be called 'Sapphire'. 'Saf'-'fire', getit?" he grinned and sat. Robert rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh, I get it. Barrett, you're next." "My name is Joane," said the red-head with green eyes. Her voice was low and husky, and her chest was quite prominent incomparison to her waist. Her clothes were well made, of subduedcolors. "My talent can telepathically link a small group of minds, and for that I am called Lady Web," she sat down as she said this. "It also tells me if others are telling the truth. For instance, 'Sapphire' lied about his real name." "Mr. Al-Raji?" Robert said, his manner questioning. "I just turned 18," the young man said defensively. "I hadn't had a chance to change it yet before the courts closed. I just like 'Luke' better than 'Ali'." Joane Barrett nodded at his response. "Truth; that you intended to change your name. Half-truth; that you like the name better than the one you were born with." "Alright," Ali said, sounding harassed. "Truth is, I don't really care, but Americans respond to me better when I useLuke." "That may have been important in your last position, Ali," Robert said. "But here you are among supporters. Please feel free to be yourself." The young man nodded. "Fisher," Robert said. "You're next." "My name is Karen, and I'm an Iroquois Native American."She was young, and very muscular for her slender build. Her browncomplexion and raven black hair framed a delicate face that was set off by a severe expression. "My powers make me strong and tough. I also have a set of 'shadow' wings I control when I fly, that I'm told aren't really there. I chose the name Osprey." Shesat down. "Thank you, Karen. Your turn, Miss Jones." Robert said. "My name is Charity," said the light chocolate colored woman. She was short, but nicely rounded. She spoke in a soft,slow Southern accent. "I won't use a fancy name. All I can do isfeel what other people are feeling. I can't tell if a cold personis lying, but most folks get edgy and nervous when they lie, so Ican mostly tell when they do. Besides that, I'm not really sure what I'm doing here." "You'll do fine, Charity, take your seat," Robert said. "Melaui?" "My name is Tim," the Polynesian boy in the loud tropical shirt said. "My folks came from Fiji originally, but I'm a native born American. I have the power to teleport short distance in my line of sight. Luckily I can carry my clothes and anything I have on me." He smiled. "I wanted to be called 'Prodigal Sorcerer', but Mr. Black wouldn't allow it. He calls me Warp." He sat down. Robert smiled. "I don't care for your 'Poke' jokes. I thought you needed a short name easy to yell. Frequently. Mr. Peters, if you please?" "My name is Zechiel," the quiet spoken black man said, "but everyone calls me Zeke. I couldn't come up with a hero name.But Mr. Black noted that another term for what I do, telekinesis,is Teke. That's what we decided on, since it sounds like with my name." He shrugged and rubbed a hand over his bald head. "He said my power makes me valuable to him." He took a seat, and looked as if he wasn't going to say anything more. "Thank you, Zeke," Robert said. "Mrs. Simmons, you're thelast. Introduce yourself, please." "Hello," said the older graying blonde in a French-influenced accent. "My name is Paris, after my parents favoritecity. I have the power to see what is going on elsewhere. Ouremployer calls me Seeker." The focus of her eyes turned away, gazing at nothing. "You asked me to see what the children are doing in the courtyard, sir. They are playing flag football. TheBlue team is winning." She took her seat. "I have discussed your options with all of you," Robertsaid. "This group has decided to join my Special Forces team.Ultimately, you report to me, through the team Captain I will appoint. He will direct your actions, under my orders." He looked at the big man, "Titan, you've been acting as asort of Sergeant of Arms for me. I know you have experience bothin the military and as a mercenary. You understand that not all of them are combatants?" Henry Dodds nodded. "Will you take command of the team, Hank?" "Yes, sir!" Titan said, and saluted crisply. "Alright, here are your room assignments, and list of duties. There's also a suggested schedule of drills, but the final form of that is up to your Captain," Robert said. "If youhave any problems, bring them to Hank. It's his job to bring yourproblems to me." Rebecca shot him a startled look, and then frowned in concern. "Ok, people," Titan brayed. "Let's get a move on. C'mon," The black man Zeke, gave him and a cool stare, and walkedto their quarters without an appearance of hurry. The others didn't make eye contact with the big man. Rebecca watched them leave, then turned to Robert. "What? Obviously you have a problem," Robert said. "So, out with it." "Have you ever heard of the Open Door Policy?" she asked him. Robert nodded, in response. "It's a way for a subordinate to step around his immediate superior if someone in his chain of command is corrupt. You basically shut that door. If Titan does something they don't like, they can't come to you about it withoutgetting into trouble." "I don't need them whining to me for every petty grievance," he said, dismissing her concerns. "What about major grievances?" she said. "There is nothing worse than being trapped into a corrupt chain of command."She fingered her black necklace. "I should know." Robert smiled, "Hey, corruption is the name of the game,babe. Who ever can get away with doing something, gets it his way." "You may find, Robert, that some corruption is even more than you can stand," she said. "There are already limits that you've imposed on yourself. Lines you will not cross. So whatwill you do if you encounter someone who violates those rules?" "I'll decide that when I get there, Rebecca. And now it'stime for my lunch." He walked away from the table, trying to ignore the words she spoke after him. "I think you'll get there sooner than you wish..."

Titan returned to the Power quarters later that evening."Im-fucking-pressive!" he said coming in, ignoring Paris's disapproving frown at his language. "He's been beefing up his army big time. It looks like he's stripped the armories of his whole territories, and drafting the man power to carry them." He strutted a little. "We're going to have to learn to use our powers well and work as a team, and soon. The Boss has made it clear that I'll suffer if the team isn't up to snuff, and that means you guys will suffer if you don't perform to my standards. I'm not gonna let him down, so you better not let MEdown!" He stared at them all in turn, daring them to contradicthim. None of them challenged them. He nodded and went on. "We'll get started in drills first thing in the morning. So hit your bunks and get some sleep, people!" With little hesitation, the varied group of powers went quietly to their rooms. The only one that paused was Charity, and that was becauseTitan was leaning on her door, and he wasn't moving. The Southernwoman stood in front of him, suddenly feeling a chill. "Yes, Titan?" "Not you sweety," he said. "You're coming to MY room." She could feel his rising lust, and her chill spiked to pure fear. He took her arm in his huge hand, and pulled her relentlessly to his room. Soon the door to his quarters closed firmly, cutting off the faint sounds of her tears from the hallway. Titan pulled her to the bed, and looked down into herfrightened eyes. "I'm scheduling some extra "empathy" work for you, Charity," he said with a mocking tone. "You can feel what Iwant from you, can't ya pretty girl?" She nodded, terrified ofhim. His hamlike hands touched her cheek, stroking the mochacolored skin, drawing down, past her chin, her neck, and collar bone, to dip into her blouse's cleavage. He slipped his whole hand inside her blouse top, grabbing the fabric and tearing it offher. His tongue wet his lips, as he stared hungrily at her chest. Her bra was a soft, front-catch variety, and he unhooked it brusquely, shoving the cups aside to palm the round globes of her ample breasts. She gasped in shock as he grabbed her chest,squeezing her tits firmly. She had to fight the urge to try to step back or to push away his hands. Her feelings told her hewould punish her if she did, and Charity didn't like pain. He pulled up on them, forcing her on her tiptoes to easethe strand he was putting on her flesh. He ducked his head andslathered his hot wet tongue over her dusky nipples. His mouthroamed over her tits; kissing, sucking, and licking. She wasn'tsure what was worse, his tight hands, his insistent mouth, or hisgrey beard stubble. He pulled away a fraction, "Rub me!" he growled, and thenlunged at her left nipple, teeth bared. She cried out as she felthis hard teeth nip at her sensitive nipple. Her hand trembling,she reached to the front of his pants, and rubbed over the rigidbulge that she found there. He grunted and thrust against herhand. He met her eyes again under lowered brows, and didn't even have to tell her to open his pants. Her hands fumbled to answerhis unspoken demands. His pole was impressive when she freed it. Like him, it was big, and nearly bigger around than it was long. Her fingerslightly brushed the feverish male flesh, before grasping it tightly. He raised his face, and kissed her brutally. He thrusthis broad tongue deep into her mouth, sliding it wildly inside. Titan stepped back and said, "Strip!" while quickly taking off his own black uniform. Her whole body shook as she disrobed, her eyes like those of a frightened doe, when facing the ravenous wolf. He pushed her down on his bed, grabbing her legs, and dragging bottom to the very edge of the bed. He spat on his hands, rubbed it on his cock, and stepped between her splayed thighs to thrust his meat between her cunt lips. The big man's hands reached down and grabbed her ass, forcing himself to ever deeper penetration. Brutally, he pulled her tight snatch down on his thick pole. She squealed in fierce pain at the burning stretch that she felt inside. He growled and grunted in a bestial fashion, leaning his whole weight on her slight form. He was intent on nothing but to sink his big cock all the way in her, single mindedly pushing for his goal. Feverishly he plowed into her, ignoring her cries of pain,disgust, and muted outrage. His hands worked her ass, twisting and grinding to get his meat sunk to the hilt. Once he hit bottom in her, his hands when to her back, pulling her against him, lifting her, so he could throw their joined bodies more fully on the bed. He laid on her heavily, and growled at her, "Lock your legs behind me, cunt, I need my hands free." Trembling, she complied. His hands clamped down on hertits, and started mauling and squeezing. He rutted his sex in herbody, puffing like a freight train from the effort of his thrusts,as hard as hammer blows. Charity tried to block out his mind-numbing lust, knowing that he only wanted to use her body. If shelet herself emotively participate in his arousal, she would let himthink that she enjoyed his vicious assault. As she suffered through his pummeling from her what she would freely given for the asking, she tried to think. One of herabilities was to project intense feelings. She ached to lash out with her emotive matrix of fear/pain/rage/humiliation mixed with betrayal and hopelessness in revenge for his assault. But more than she wanted that vengeance, she feared his violent response. If those feelings poured into him, he might simply crush the life of the cause of his discomfort. So she leashed her terrors, and tried to be stoic about his endless sweaty invasion of her body. He became more vocal, and more violent, as he neared hiscompletion. "Yeah, pretty cunt! Oh, whimper for me, bitch, I like into hurt. God! I like fucking your unwilling cunt so hard. I get off on rape more than anything. Can't wait to fuck the other babes, too!" His hands squeezed her tits harder, creamy flesh turning white between his thick splayed fingers. "Fuck me bitch! Squeeze your cunt on me, whore, or I'll rip 'em off!" Through her pouring tears, Charity deliberately contracted her cunt muscles around him, as he came for what seemed like forever inside her. Despite her pain, she began to vicariouslyparticipate in his release with her empathy. He abruptly pulledout of her and raised to his knees, to finish cumming on her body. He sprayed his jets of sperm on her belly, giving a barkinglaugh while subjecting her to this final indignity. He pulled herleg out of his way, and sat heavily, as his meat became flaccid. "Get out of my bed, cunt, and hurry up." Charity tried to move, with little success. Her pelvis ached, and her insides felt raw. "I said get off, bitch!" A longbrawny arm reached out and shoved her unceremoniously to the floor. He laid back on the bed, and wriggled to a comfortableposition. "Now get to your own room, I need my sleep." She struggled to rise, and managed to start crawling on her hands and knees towards his door. "Oh for the love of... Goddamit, you're making a mess." Helurched up, grabbed her by the waist, and lifting her to her feet. He opened the door and shoved her into the dark hallway. Then heslammed his door shut. Charity stood shakily, leaning hard against the wall, nude. She was dripping with his cum and decorated with his bruises. She slowly turned to her room, and slid along the wall,trying not to fall down. She cringed when she heard a door open.The only thing worse than him coming back after her, was one of the others seeing her like this. A fair slender arm slipped around her, and she felt supported. Together, she and her helper got her to her bathroom,where a careful and gentle toweling cleaned up the worst traces ofher disgrace. Charity didn't have the strength to shower, so thatwould have to do for tonight. The shivering young woman curled upin her bed in a ball, and looked up miserably at the pale blue eyes of the older woman. "Thanks," she whispered. "Glad to help," said Paris Simmons as she left the room.'But it's not over yet', she thought to herself.

The next day, a cheerful Titan walked down the hall, pounding on the doors of his team, shouting for them to wake up.Charity groaned and slowly washed her self and got dressed. Herbreasts and pelvis ached with pain, and her hips felt unsteady, but dressed she looked alright. He hadn't touched her face, neck, or hands. By the time he pounded again on her door, raising hisvoice in anger at her tardiness, she was as ready as she was goingto be. The old bat was staring at him with a disapproving expression. He glared back at her, unsure of what she might knowor would say, but trying to intimidate her with his stare. Shedidn't budge. When he turned around, Zeke was holding Charity bythe arm and looking concerned as she stumbled. Titan strode over and slapped away the black man's arm. "Don't coddle the girl," he said curtly. A flare of hotanger shone in Zeke's eyes, and Titan took it as a challenge. Heballed his fists and leaned his bulk towards the smaller man. "Ifyou're feeling froggy, Nigger, then why don't you jump!" The eyes of the bald man turned stone cold, and he would not turn them away. Titan raised his fist, while power crackled around the Psionicist. "No!" Charity pleaded, not daring to touch either man, butinterposing herself between them. "I'll be alright, Zeke," shesaid quickly, swallowing hard. "Titan is right." While keepingher eyes on Titans steely grey eyes, she reached out with her power, and let a sliver of her terror intersect Zeke's aura. Hejumped in shocked surprise. "Good girl," the big man said, oblivious to the power shehad used. His smile was half a leer at her, and half a sneer forthe cowardice he perceived in the Telekinetic. "You heard the girl, BOY, so back off. Let's remember the chain of command andtry to look professional here." For the rest of the training period, he rode them hard. Hespent the time watching them, while standing aloof. He also waswatching the bodies of the two younger women. Karen avoided him,and even cool Joanne tended to lean away from the big man when hegot near. During dinner, he seemed relaxed and happy. Charityshuddered at something underneath his pleasant facade that none ofthe others could see. Titan addressed the team afterwards. "Based on your performances, I'm restricting some of you to quarters tonight. You sucked in the exercises and drills, andobviously need your rest. But don't worry, I'll whip you all intoshape, in time." He smiled wickedly. "Charity, you need to take care of yourself better. Paris, you're letting yourself go to pot, lady. Tim, you're gonnalose some of that baby fat! If I see any of you out of your roomsbefore morning, you'll be subject to discipline. And I'm alloweda bit of leeway in administering that discipline." He smiledagain, and none of them liked it this time. "Dismissed!" At Joanne's door that night, there was a knock. The redhaired woman opened the door, and saw Titan standing there. "Miss Barrett? I know that it's late, but there's something Ineed you to see in my quarters..."

In the weeks that followed, the Power team had the occasional day off from their oppression. Paris Simmons, Seeker,sat patiently awaiting a chance to see Robert during one of thedays he held open court. Her name was one of the last, and theSteward warned her that Robert sometimes cut off the last fewinterviews. However, if the those petitioners turned up for the next session, they had priority. She waited anyway, and finally walked into the great roomwith her cane, to stand leaning of the polished wood and the golden point. "Paris!" Robert said. "Come over to the table," he invited. He waved at the Steward to end the day's interviews. "How are you?" he inquired. "A little tired, sir. Titan emphasizes the physical training a bit much for my tastes." She smiled wryly, "Though I'mable to do more sit-ups and push-ups than I have for years." "I've underlined readiness with him," Robert said, "but he also has to work within your contracts. Your contract specifies that you are not a combat operative, and though I can't blame him for wanting you all physically fit, he shouldn't push anyone too hard." "That's what I wanted to tell you, sir," Paris insisted."The team is in serious trouble, and it's only going to get worse!A single disruptive member is being abusive, destroying our morale." "Surely Titan can deal with..." Robert began, with a faintly bored tone. "It IS Titan, sir!" she interrupted with a note ofdesperation. "You have no idea what he's doing to us." "It can't be all that bad," Robert said. "I'll have a talk with him, if you like." "No!" she pleaded. "If you talk to him about this, he'lljust take it out on us. I'm asking you for a meeting with all ofus, where we can tell you what's been happening." Robert sighed. "The whole reason I appointed a captain,was so I wouldn't have to hear all the petty bickering. Can't youjust give him your concerns?" "The last person to do that," she said stiffly, "was slapped in the face, and required four stitches. I'm told theofficial report said that he had 'suffered a fall'. I was there and I saw the slap, and the blood. We really do need this meetingwith you." "I saw the report on Zeke," Robert said with concern."Alright. I'll schedule that meeting when I have time. The localU.S. Military is getting aggressive, and I'm having to keep an eyeon the situations." "Thank you sir," she said, wearily getting to her feet with the aid of her cane. She mummered softly as she left, "I only hope that you're in time."

To be Continued...

September, 1997 -- Darkside: United States of Anarchy, Part 9/20.Series Continues after #20 in Darkside: Imperial States of America.Archived "://./pub/Authors/WorldoftheDarkside";Or /~WorldoftheDarkside & greyarchive.

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Young Indian Porn Sex story

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(Part 9)

Nick greets me at the door with a whistle of appreciation and a bighug. I reach up for a kiss and we're soon Frenching.

He's dressed casually with an open shirt but I notice he's bathedhimself in the cologne I like.

His mouth is hot, his lips caress mine and our tongues play witheach other. His hands explore my back and settle over my bottom,squeezing, feeling.

I'm pretty sure he now knows my pantyless condition!

He pulls me hard against him, through my dress I can feel howexcited he is. It's almost as if we're naked and my pussy moistensand tingles underneath the fabric. He could stand me against thewall, pull my dress up and fuck me if he wanted, I'm SO horny!

Eventually he releases me and I stumble backwards a bit. He takes meby the hand and leads me through to the lounge. Rachael is standingthere with a drink in her hand. She looks nervous and eyes me up anddown, checking me out.

She's dressed in a simple top and pants, but she could wearanything, she's so slim.

"Hello Tee," she says casually, "you've dressed up?"

"Yes, "I answer.

She's making me self-conscious.

"I thought I'd go to a bit of trouble," I reply, "y'know."

"Yes, I wish I'd gone to some trouble... myself now... You lookfabulous."

"Thank you," I blush, shyly.

"Where'd you get that outfit?"

Nick wanders off to the kitchen while Rachael and I discuss clothes.He returns, drinks in hand, and offers me a Rum and Coke.

"Doesn't she scrub up well?" Nick nods towards me.

"You always had a good eye," she tells Nick, "except for that littlescrubber of a housewife..."

"Rachael! We're not here to discuss my..."

"Why not? Tee, did you know about Nick and that lady that owns thatSouvenir shop, on the corner as you go into the Mall?" she laughs.

"She approached Nick for some help with choosing an investmentproperty. I always thought she wanted to get into his pants..."

"You did not!" Nick protests.

"C'mon! I saw the way she was eyeing you up that day. She couldn'tkeep her eyes off your arse..."

"You exaggerate..."

"Ignore him," she continues.

She draws me away conspirationally, like a schoolgirl whisperingsecrets.

"They had this big affair... Nick said she couldn't keep her handsto herself. She'd grab his nuts in the car while they were driving tolook at places. They'd be viewing this property and she'd be all overhim like a rash. Nick said she couldn't get enough, apparently herold man didn't appreciate her, isn't that funny?"

"Yep... one lunchtime... locked the doors and put out the sign...fucked the lights out of each other over the lunchroom bench."

I tried to imagine the scene. Mrs Jackson is on the heavy side withbig boobs and arse. She'd always struck me as pretty conservative,dressing always very businesslike. The thought of her bent over thatsink... well... it wasn't a pretty thought!

"He must have been pretty desperate," I tell her, "with her, Imean..."

"Ah, you're being judgemental," replies Rachael, "you can't alwaysjudge a book by its cover. Take you," she goes on, "I'd never havethought you'd dress up like that... or have Nick so... completely..."

"Completely what?" I ask.

"Bedazzled! That's a good word..."

"Bedazzled? You think so?"

"I KNOW so. Can I get something clear?" she asks, dropping her voicestill lower, "you don't want to move in with him, do you?"

"You're safe," I re-assure her, "I couldn't live with him, he'ddrive me crazy. He's just a... pitstop for me at the moment... and asource of financial support for next year."

I tell her all this unashamedly. She needs Nick more than I do andI'm responding to her insecurity.

"Sure is, " she laughs, "don't get me wrong... we have a lot of fun.I enjoy most of it, I don't mind camping it up a bit, bit of acting,it's fun. Nick probably gets into it more though..."

"Yeah, I know..." I think of that night when we sealed our agreement.

"You too?" she raises her eyebrows, "of course he would. Has he donethat little schoolgirl thing where he slaps your arse and stuff?"

I shake my head.

"It's SO hot. Do you like being spanked?"

"I don't think so. I've never had it."

"It really gets me going, especially when he does me afterwards...from the back... it just comes in one long... I'm surprised youhaven't heard me next door! Y'know," she whispers in my ear, "he'ssuch a good fuck."

Rachael puts on some slow smoochie music. Nicks watches us from thesofa, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Shall we dance?" she suggests, holding out her arms, "can you leador do you want me too?"

"How about both of us," I reply.

We hold hands and start to swing slowly to the music. We're not surewhat we're doing at first, neither of us are great dancers.Eventually one hand rests on a hip and the other on a shoulder. Likethat we sort of guide each other around.

Rachael moves close to my ear.

"Are you wearing panties?" she asks curiously.

I shake my head.

"Really! I can't feel any elastic. I guess you couldn't with thatdress. Does Nick know?"

"Suspects, I think. In the hallway when I arrived... we... hugged...I think he felt it then."

"You're a foxy wee thing aren't you?" she grins, "I bet this guy ofyours walks around with a permanent hard-on."

I chuckle to myself, thinking about Jonno's massive member.

"He'd need to keep it in a sling," I tell her.

"Why," she laughs, " is it that big?"

I nod.

"Oh my," Rachael grins, "how big are we talking about?"

I show her with my hands.

"About this!"

"Goodness! I wonder how that would feel... up you. I don't think Icould take something like that."

We laugh out loud together. Nick gets up grumbling about gettinganother drink.

"Y'know?" Rachael says, "I like you."

"Me too," I tell her.

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When Nick returns, he comes up to us and puts his hands on ourbottoms, guiding us closer together. He arranges us so that our legsare intertwined. Our pussys, therefore, our now bumping against eachother's thigh.

"That's better," he says and he pulls Rachael's head around andFrenchs her.

I watch in intimate detail their mouths working together. Nick stillhas a hand on our arses and traps us together. His hand is rubbing mejust under the swell of my cheeks, his middle finger presses into mycrack.

Nick withdraws from Rachael who has her eyes closed. When she flicksthem open she looks all dreamy, like she stoned.

I can feel Rachael move as Nick strokes her bottom too. The contact,his closeness and the sexy kissing just inches from me is beginningto have an effect. I feel an erotic tension growing around us.

"Now you, sexy," he says to me and bores in.

I need no prompting and open my mouth. His kiss is hot andpassionate. My hands are still on Rachael's hip and I instinctivelypull her harder against me. I can feel her hand, it has left my hipand is stroking Nick around the head.

On my hip I can feel the pipe of Nicks erection, hard and ready.Between my legs, Rachael's warm thigh is grinding slowly against mymoistening pussy. My other thigh can feel the warmth of Rachaelsliding against me.

"Oh baby..." Rachaels coos and nibbles Nick on the shoulder.

He withdraws from my lips leaving me wanting more. Of themselves, mylips try to follow him. I guess I have the same stoned expression asRachael.

"Now play kids," he tells us in a low voice.

He puts an arm around each of our shoulders and draws us inexporablytogether. He guides our faces closer till we can touch noses, ourbreaths mingling.

"Rachael," he says softly, "look at Tee's beautiful face."

Rachael looks into my eyes.

"Those sexy lips..."

She looks down to my mouth.

"... So kissable... Give her a kiss."

She moves in and kisses me on the lips, open-mouthed and sexy. I cantaste lipstick and her mouth has an altogether more delicate feelthan Nick's. She gives a little start and I sense that Nick'sstroking her somewhere, intimately. She kisses me more fiercely andgrinds herself harder against my leg.

"That's enough!" Nick commands and nudges her away.

We look at each other full in the face, she's flushed and dreamy andher hand is on my arse pulling me against her pussy.

"Tee, don't you think Rachael has a sexy face..."

I nod.

"Lips... so kissable..."

I nod, but I don't need any orders and pre-empt him. I want to feelthe softness of Rachael's lips on mine again.

After a while we're oblivious to Nick's presence. I'm dimly awarehe's sitting down on the sofa again but I can't tell you when he leftus. This has become our own little scene.

Our hands are working too, exploring and stroking. Rachael playswith the hem of my dress, lifts it a little and touchs my bare leg.

"Smooth skin..." she whispers.

"Nice hands..." I reply.

I slip my hand under her top behind her and run my hands up hernarrow back to the strap of her bra. She shivers and pulls my dressup a little higher.

"You've nice hands too," she tells me.

Her fingers are on the backs of my thighs and travelling North. Imove my hands around to her tummy, it's smooth and flat. My littlefingers sense the closeness of her bra-covered boobs.

She straightens and her hands leave me. She hoists her top up andover her head and tosses it to a chair. Her breasts are smaller thanmine and nestle in a lacy bra that squeezes and pushes them up alittle.

"I guess I'd better takes this off," I tell her, self-consciously,and try to undo the hook and eye at the back of my dress.

"Let me," she offers and turns me around by the shoulder.

As Rachael undoes my dress, I look across at Nick. He's transfixedand I notice his hand shifting on his leg. It's obvious that he'sbeen rubbing himself while watching.

I can't dwell on the thought because Rachael has undone my dress andis busy smoothing it off my shoulders. She has to push it down overmy hips and takes the opportunity for a bit of caressing.

I turn around and throw myself on Rachael's lips, fiercely kissingand writhing against her body. My tits are mashing with hers, I grabthem and try to pull them from her bra.

"Wait... you have to undo..." she gasps and reaches behind for hercatch.

I have this overwhelming feeling, I want to bite, kiss and suckevery part of her. I don't KNOW myself right now, I feel SO out ofcontrol.

Her breasts are now free and I'm sucking and squeezing her flesh. Iclamp my mouth on her nipple and flick it with my tongue.

"Oh my... Tee... I never... Oh God..." she babbles.

"Take your pants off... please!" I demand.

"Yes... sure... wait a minute... got to sit down... Oh baby..."

Rachael backs away towards a two-seater by the wall.

"Legs going..." she says desperately.

She's trying to undo her pants as she goes. By the time she sitsdown she's has them open and lifts her bottom to push them down. Ifollow close behind and help her pants the rest of the way. She hooksher thumbs in the waistband of her panties but I stop her.

"This is for the woman to do!" I tell her and we both burst outlaughing.

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I collapse next to her on the two-seater.

"He says that to you too!" says Rachael laughing and pointing at me.

"They ALL do," I tell her, laughing back, "they must get told thatby their fathers. 'son'," I imitate a male voice, "'you must takedown the lady's panties'."

"Yes!" yells Rachael, "'this is for the men to do'," copying my'voice.'

"Oh for Christ's sake..." comes Nick's frustrated voice.

He's standing over us, watching our chests jiggling with thelaughter. Rachael has her arm draped over my shoulder, my hand is onher leg. Together we smile up at him like a pair of gigglingschoolfriends.

"You're pretty slippery yourself!" I comment, feeling the dampcrotch of her panties.

"Better slip them off..." she says, sliding her panties down.

She then takes my hand and places it on her pussy.

"You can give me a fiddle if you like," she tells me.

"Ok... So you're a natural blond? Um... you can do the same... to meif you like," I tell her, putting my leg over hers.

We seal the bargain with a smooch.

"Not blond..." she whispers, "I've put colour on there too..."

"Really? Why? Um... wouldn't it... um... burn you? The chemicals..."

"No... not really... if you're careful... uh... oh baby... there!"

We're kissing again when I feel something brush my cheek.

"Kiss?" says Nick.

We break apart and there's Nick's cock inches from my face.Momentarily, I feel resentment at the intrusion, but Rachaelvolunteers to go first and captures him with her mouth. I kiss herneck as Nick pushes his cock in and out of her mouth.

After a few strokes she gurgles and takes him out of her mouth,jacking him in her fist instead.

She looks in my eyes, her fingers rapidly dancing on my clit. I'mwriggling and squirming against her, feeling like I'm about toexplode. Her fingers know exactly what they're doing and drum a beatright where it works the best.

"OOHH..." Rachael cries out and her fingers stop working on me.

Instead she grips me with her hand and her leg traps mine hard. Herhand jerks,

"OOHH... OHHH..."

She cries again followed by a low moan. Her arse grinds against myfingers.

I feel my legs being lifted. Another body slides up between my legs,Nick. He puts my feet on his shoulders, the bulb of his hard cock isalready probing my entrance.

"Oh finish her Nick," Rachael says and puts her arm around my neck.

She grabs my boob and kisses my face as Nick begins hammering awayinside my ready pussy. At first it feels funny, different, this otherbody. Not as soft as Rachael, it takes a little while to adjust tothe new sensation.

Nick's driving deep in this position. Rachael puts her finger on myclit, increasing the stimulation. I look up at Nick, who has his eyesclosed. He's grunting and already beads of sweat appear on his nakedchest.

A mouth fastens on my nipple, it can only be Rachael's. She traps itbetween her tongue and teeth, it's the final straw. I scream intoRachael's shoulder, I hold her head on my tit. Nick growls and jerksinto me rapidly pushing my right over the edge.

I cling to Rachael for support, I want to hold her to me, enjoy hersoft body against mine. Nick's the instrument but it's Rachael I wantto hold as I ride the spasms of my orgasm.

We kiss for a long, long time, she's still holding my boob as ifshe's forgotten her hand is there.

Later, Rachael tells Nick,

"I'm going to jump in that big bath of yours sweetheart," then tome, "care to join me?"

"Sure," I reply.

"Can I join you?" Nick asks.

"If there's room," she replies.

I'm pretty sure there wouldn't be enough room for the three of us.It's interesting that Rachael asked me first.

Nick tries to get in with the two of us but it's obvious we'd allhave to stand. He gives up after a while and takes a shower instead.

Rachael and me snuggle up without the disturbance of the airblowing. It's just so peaceful and comforting.

We don't talk much, I guess we're both thinking about our experienceand what it means to us. It was a lot more pleasurable and intensethan I thought possible with a woman. Something else too.

Neither of us were concerned with performance, as one might expectwith a guy. It was somehow much less stressful and fun and we couldafford to clown around. That's because we had no expectations of eachother, I see that clearly now.

With Nick, it's like he has to prove himself every time. WithRachael, we simply have nothing to prove.

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Afterwards we all tumble into Nick's big bed. We oblige Nick, whowants a babe on either side of him, but later on Rachael comes backfrom the bathroom and slips in beside me. We eventually fall asleepin each other's arms.